Children of the night
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula Over moonlit graveyard there’s a moan from wind, where trees are limbs with claws to scratch, […]
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula Over moonlit graveyard there’s a moan from wind, where trees are limbs with claws to scratch, […]
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Elie Wiesel We stand divided, not from borders fenced with razor-wires, but fissured deep inside, a river Styx that’s running wild […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis